Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


open space

  • 05/07/2024

    Attempts each day, trials and exercises
    daunting many times, we persevere.
    We know what we want to do, yet
    are still figuring it all out.
     
    Failure is not a deterrent but a lesson.
    Unceasingly we contemplate how it
    could be better, or more complete.
    “Satisfactory” will not offer satisfaction.
     
    05/07/2024                                                                                              j.g.l.

  • hopefulness

    These days are too brief, life is too short, not to allow yourself the pleasure of entertaining favorable notions, cheerful enthusiasm, and hopefulness.
    Think good thoughts. Share them when you can.
     

    05/05/2024                                                                                        j.g.l.

  • disarming actualities

    As if this prose would disappear
    like acid rain, last week’s paycheque,
    or the Ford Pinto.
       I will undoubtedly forget or move on 
    to a new concern, overlooking recurring 
    supermarket mass shootings, a fentanyl 
    crisis, or cautionary tales as society 
    remains as calm as it is corrupt.
       We seem to reliably take advice from
    televangelists with Brylcreem-slick
    schemes or deleterious demagogues, 
       while ignoring the poet 
             who speaks ostensibly 
            not of spring,
                   but of the dread instead.
       The patina of the words dull in
    perpetuity and still they attempt to 
    sum up happenstance emotions 
    caught within disarming actualities.
       They, poets or society itself, cannot 
          know any better when speaking
             of so much worse.

    04/30/2024                                                                                       j.g.l.

    April is Poetry Month
    it happens every year

  • inside the words

    A poem records the state of being
    from one writer to the next. We
    visualize, even empathize with the
    subject and the stance. We try
    to understand the observations.

    Poetry transforms us.

    Colours change with the days and
    attitudes allowed inside the words
    under the same sky. We relate
    to the surroundings differently
    as we comprehend each poem.

    Will we see what is there?

    08/28/2024                                                                                             j.g.l.